The Travels Of An Endless Life

A field, lush and green, the town of Ponyville in the background. There are a few ponies here and there, talking and having a wonderful time. I do not pay much attention to them, though, more to my friends. In these years, however, they grew distant, and we all knew it. We tried and tried and tried to pull ourselves back to each other, but every time it ended in bitter failure.

A dream of the past. It is always that when I dream. And it is not always a good dream, either.

I rest in bed, sheet and covers over me, to my neck, and I stare up at the cold and lifeless ceiling, hoping something, anything, would happen to throw off this boring, unnecessary pattern that is life, in which every day is the same. Get up, eat, go through town, talk to a few ponies, go back home, watch some T.V., and sleep. What fun is that? It is hell and not worth living, but I do anyway, because I know how things work out, and know the process in which things go. Nothing interesting has happened for a great long time. And when that usually happens, a whopper of a thing comes rolling in. Sooner or later.

A knock at the door. Something of which I did not get often. Interesting.

“Open up, Royal Guard,” a familiar voice called through the door.

“And what if I do not?” I called back a bit mischievously, smiling.

“I will have to break the door down and tackle you onto your bed.” he said, a hint of passion in his voice, chuckling.

That was it--I could not take it any more.

I mean, come on, not seeing your husband for four damn years does that. A mare has needs, ok?

Heart beating rapidly, I leaped off that bed, crashed through the door (I am still, to this day, surprised that door was still intact after that) and smashed into the guard.

“HOLY CRAP!”

“You do not know how much I missed you.” I told him.

“Psh, I missed you more.”

“Bullshit,” I chuckled. “I got to know my hooves pretty well. Along with a few other--objects.”

I swear thinking back to how red his face got--it was great.

“Sex is the first thing on your mind, hm~? You do not even want to know why I had to stay in the Guard for that long without a break? You do not want to know how l-”

The stallion talked too much in the wrong times. As Celestia’s witness--we were going to have some fun. Er--not Celestia’s witness--that would be fairly creepy. You know I mean. So I leaned in and kissed him. That touch of our lips together--I will always remember it.

“A mare has needs, ok?” I told him after breaking the kiss. “And I was not going to go after some other just because you were not there--I could wait.”

It was true too. For as long as he lived--hell, probably forever if I had a say in it--I would never be with another stallion. He was the one for me and I loved him. I still do.

He cringed and I giggled.

“I swear, Twilight, you are just asking for it...”

I chuckled. “Seems like this position we are in is working.”

I reached down and grabbed something of his. Something that made him gasp and tackle me off, throwing me to the ground and pinning me there. Something of which I will not go into detail about because it should be obvious already with the statement above.

It seemed it was his turn to reach down. It had been a long time since somepony other than me had touched me there. Fuck that felt good...

I am not even sure on how long it lasted. I do remember, however, him saying something.

“Let me have a taste.”

Oh, er--yeah--that. Not sure if I should have just said that. Damn it...

Anyway, yeah--I gasped. That felt even better.

That was not something for anypony outside to see. There was, in fact, many ponies watching us as they walked past.

Not that I minded--at all, actually--and I do not think he did--I doubt it--he had already started.

...To not go into detail about this--privacy--I teleported us both in the house and--well--onto the bed.

I wonder if we woke any of the neighbors that night...?

A field of green. So lush and full of life. Ponyville sat in the background. My friends, having a picnic. All there--except Pinkie Pie. I remember now. She was killed from sickness. That picnic was another example of us trying to get ourselves together and failing. But, even if Pinkie was dead and gone, we still had a good time.

Damn bloody dreams. However, all thought was swept away as he woke up and pulled me close.

“Hello there.” he said to me.

Now, I do not like to brag, but that stallion could give a mare what she wanted and more. Celestia, I loved him.

“Hey. One hell of a night, eh?”

A knock at the door. Another one. Two in two days. The hell?

Sighing, I got up and headed to the door, opened it. A guard greeted me.

“Hello, Miss Sparkle.” he said.

“Hello--guard.”

I was not trying to be rude or anything, I just did not know what his name was. After hundreds of  years, Ponyville did become quite the large city. And how is one supposed to know all their names? Other than Pinkie Pie. That pony probably knew every name in Equestria.

“Princess Celestia would like to see you.”

My jaw hit the floor. It had been over forty years since I last saw that tyrant.

The guard, what ever his name was, snickered. If he was not protected, I swear I would have punched him.

I gritted my teeth and took the blasted note.

“Thank you.”

I slammed the door in his face.

“Celestia wants to see me.” I told my husband.

I would have laughed at him spurting his coffee all over the table if I was not in such a foul mood.

“What?! Why the hell would she want to see you?” he began. “After forty years she suddenly wants to see you? That makes little sense.”

“Yes. Maybe she just wants to talk. I know she has done wrong in the past, but I know for a fact that she would not do anything to harm anypony, let alone me. I will be surprised if that mare is still even sane after shutting herself away from Equestria for that long.”

He nodded and waved a hoof at me nonchalantly.

“It is not like she can even hurt you. And if she did, I would be at your side. After giving her the pain she caused you, that is.”

Sweet, ain’t he?

“You are so brave~.” I said to him, putting my fore-legs over his shoulders and nuzzling him in the cheek.

“A stallion’s got to do what a stallion’s got to do.” he said.

I nodded, hopped off of him and walked to the bathroom.

“Same principles go to mares, so I will be going. I am rather curious to see if she still has her head up her ass.”

Looking into the mirror, I had forgotten how little I had changed after all those years. Well--my appearance could not change due to the device I wore on--or in? Embedded into my chest. Yes, I have looked into my mirror many times before and seeing the same thing, but it was the very first time I had fully became aware of it.

Maybe I should tell about the device. All this would be nothing if I did not.

Anyway, it is a chest piece that covers most, if not all of my chest and some of my front legs. The metal is nice and shiny as well. I believe it is platinum. In the center is a blood red ruby. It is rather large, takes up a lot of my chest. Over all it is beautiful, away from the small scuff marks. What this device does is keeps me living. Forever. As long as it is intact anyway.

Also, the magic that it has also keeps me healthy and regenerates any cuts, scrapes, or even limbs.

I remember getting my arm almost cut in two by a saw many years ago, and within an hour, it was fully healed.

I can smash the gem if I wanted, kill myself through it, but what fun is that? I am, or was anyway, curious to see what happens in the future. See how Equestria rebuilds itself--so far, it is not bad. A little rough around the edges here and there, but not too bad.

I got this from Celestia herself. A long time ago, when the Elements of Harmony were all still living, a virus spread and killed of some of the population. If I remember correctly, it was around ten percent of it. It was agonizing to see and be a part of.

Lucky us, all six of us caught the damn thing. Pinkie was the first to go.

The sickness is extremely hard to catch in time. It stays rather quiet at first, other than giving a few symptoms of the common cold, and builds itself up. After a week of having it in your system, it makes itself known by attacking your immune system and vital organs. If you are treated in time, which most that caught it were not, then you were mostly okay.

However, it still ruthlessly destroyed your immune system, so if you got any other illness before it could heal itself, you were pretty much fucked.

Pinkie was one of the first to catch the horrible thing, so the cold-like symptoms were simply overlooked.

A month or so after her death, the rest of us caught it simply from being around other ponies who had it.

Celestia, not able to deal with my death, even knowing I was fine with it (this was before the cure came out, mind you), she constructed this little thing I now wear. It would destroy the virus inside me and keep me healthy.

“This will keep you fully healthy, you will not get any sort of virus or sickness. You will die of natural old age.”

The bitch lied.

What? I may love Celestia, but after she screwed over Equestria and screwed over me, I think calling her a bitch is the least I can do.

After ten years I realized it, what she had done.

Was not a very good day. I think it caused me to go a bit insane. Probably a reason why I am swearing so much.

Heh.

Who gives a fuck?

Anyway, it confused me for the longest time after I found out because, if the Princess wanted me to live, and I wanted to live, then why would she have the device kill me if it is taken from me?

I blamed it on her insanity.

After a shower was taken, I stepped out of the bathroom and headed out to Canterlot. Stepping onto the cracked road, I began the walk.

I would have went some other way, by other means of transport, but there was none. To be honest, I was fairly surprised. Normally Celestia would send a carriage or something, but not this time.

I could walk, was not all that far and the scenery was nice. The scenery being ruined buildings of past times, yet to have been replaced, and many ponies.

Finally! After what felt like hours of walking (probably was, I cannot remember now) I entered Canterlot.

Ah, seeing how bad the shape of the place was brought back memories. All of Canterlot was flattened, save for Canterlot Castle. It had many spells weaved around it, so if any apocalyptic crap went down, the castle would be spared. Why all of Canterlot was not covered by those spells, I have not a clue.

A Beam, tinted with red, came screeching down from the heavens, bring terrible hell to all that beheld it.

The screams were horrifying. I could hear the echoing of them in my head. Even a small child, their scream heard as the Beam ripped them apart. A tear escaped my eye, I could feel it make its warm path down my face. I could see Fillydelphia being wiped out from my place up on Canterlot. The Beam, leaving a molten path as it slowly moved its way toward the city of Canterlot.

I shook my head.

Okay, that is one memory I would not want, so forgetting, I walked to the gates of the Royal Palace.

Wow, the place looked different. Much different, in fact. Looked like something out of the apocalypse.

Ok, well, it was, but looked like not even a nuke could get through that.

In front of me, where the gates to Canterlot Castle were, was a great, grey wall of scrap metal. Not simply jumbled up, but hammered in place, woven around each piece of metal. I could see gears and cogs in many places sticking out of it. The door was rather beautiful in an almost sick and twisted way.

Walking forward, I touched the tip of my horn to the gate. Electricity sparked all across it, shooting into the door, spreading out in all directions.

Damn... The thing was solid. Four feet thick. I was not getting in there, I would have to wait. Wait for somepony to come.

CRACK!

Again, the Beam came down from the sky, bathing everything in a horrific red. I covered my ears with my hooves.

Dear Celestia, that thing, what ever it was, was loud.

Canterlot around me. Many, many ponies were screaming, trying to find what that was and why it was doing what it was doing. I could see many parents holding their children tight, crying.

So much fear...

Did I ever say how much I hated Canterlot?

Because I do.

So very, very much.

Way too many memories of the place.

“Are they ever going to open up, those coc-”

Turning, I saw the massive door begin to open. On the outside, a few of the giant cogs began to rotate, bringing forth a grunt from the old gears. Steam rocketed out of hidden pipes and cracks along the surface of the door. The ground, door, and what could have been all of Canterlot began to shake as a very loud screech and thunderous boom came forth as the Gates of Canterlot opened.

Once opened a few feet, a lone mare came trotting out to me. She wore very old, very worn armor. It looked rather nice, actually. Reminded me of the old style steampunk. Hell, the door did more than her armor, I guess.

“Goddess Celestia will see you now, Miss.”

“Goddess?!” I snorted in laughter. “You have got to be kidding me!”

The mare sighed. “Nope. She changed her title from Princess to Goddess a while back.”

I could not believe that. From the look of bewilderment I seemed to be giving her, she gave a small, thin smile and told me, “Do not worry, she’s insane.”

Well, that made me feel better. Seems my acquisitions were correct after all.

“You could have just teleported in,” she told me as I walked in.

Well... fuck.

The place had not changed much. Well, except for time, that is. Even time had not done much to render the quality down on the place.

As I looked around, walking down the main corridor leading away from the door--which I could hear the grinding of its gears as it closed, then a loud boom that reverberated through the hall--I saw that not many ponies were in the building. Any I saw were hooded and cloaked in dark garments. They looked at me. A couple. They looked at me with what looked like scared and sad eyes.

It gave me a very uneasy feeling about the place.

Even though the walls were lined with rubies and gold, the floor a regal red carpet (old and faded, it may have been, but it was still very nice), I could feel a darkness creep in from everywhere, all at once.

I could feel the darkness in the air. So much so, that it sent a chill down my spine. The castle felt unusually cold as well--I felt sorry for the ponies who resided in the place.

The face of death on every pony I could see. Lifeless, cold, fearful, and willing to do the worst.

Living there must have been hell, I tell you. Hopefully Prin--I mean Goddess (feh) Celestia would not require me to stay there.

“Do not worry about them, they would not harm you. Celestia would not allow them to.”

Figured as much. Celestia would not want her ‘Faithful Student’ harmed after all...

Why is it when you think nothing could get worse, it ends up getting much worse...?

Fucking planned, I swear it was.

As we walked, in the corner, huddled up was a mare. Seemed as old as I was.

Well... how I looked anyway.

From what I could tell, she was dead. Because a small filly sat next to her, shedding many tears, nudging her, occasionally whispering things. I caught a few of those.

“Mommy? Mommy please, wake up.”

I could hear the faint screams of ponies in the background, and the constant roar of the Beam even farther. I could hear it and I was inside Canterlot Castle.

“What in Celestia’s name is going on?!” asked Octavia, player of the greatest, most soothing and elegant music in all of Equestria.

She had been around the tenth one to ask me that. And not the first to be crying. I hugged her and she hugged me back, nuzzling into my shoulder and mane, sobbing. I held her close, attempting to comfort her as best I could.

“I do not know,” I told her. “What ever is going on, we will stop it. I promise you.”

“But--how? How in equestria are we supposed to stop--that?” she pulled away and looked into my eyes.

“I am working with a team to stop this. Given the rate at which it is moving, we may have just enough time to do just that. And, if not, we will find another way. I promise you we will, we will not let Equestria down.”

I gave her a quizzical look as she flicked her eyes back and forth between mine, with an almost shocked expression.

Before I could react, she jumped forward and forced a kiss, deepening it quickly, and mercilessly slipping her tongue into my mouth. My eyes widened and I pulled back, but she had her hooves on the back of my head, forcing her tongue deeper, and not allowing me to go.

The cover of clouds broke, bathing the side of our faces in a warm, orange glow of the setting sun through the open window to the left of us. Her tongue slid over mine, causing me to shudder. Her warm lips against mine, the feeling of her fur gently tickling my nose, and the pale glow of the setting sun made that a truly magical kiss. At that moment, the only thing that mattered to me--was her. Feelings I had never felt before I could feel began to slowly rise and take action. I understood that that mare was who I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. I wished that moment would last forever, but other matters began re-surfacing in my mind.

As much as I did not want to, I slowly forced her away, breaking the kiss. A thin strand of saliva connecting our tongues. She was panting.

“This,” I blushed harder than was before. “This is not the time nor the place to be doing--that.”

She looked down, blushing a rather cute shade of red and scratched at the gray cobblestone floor with a hoof.

“Y-Yeah--I understand,” she nodded, then looked up into my eyes. “Would you like to--like to--have a nice lunch together after this is all over?”

Dreams, made long ago, came true. Now getting to go on a date with Octavia herself as well.

“Yes,” I nodded. “Yes, oh Celestia yes.” I leapt forward and hugged her tight, blushing.

BOOM.

The Beam came roaring back down from its unknown origins and laid waste to the earth below. In the kiss, I had not heard it stop, nor the ominous sound of the recharging of the red colored Beam.

It sounded close as well.

“I will not let you down, Octavia.” I hugged her tighter, a tear falling.

She gave the inspiration needed to stop it.

Her royal, elegant chambers were converted into an almost perfect look alike of a room in a stronghold. The door to the room where Celestia resided was, as the guard had told me, was six feet thick. Thicker than the door to the Castle.

The room was lit by a single candle, bathing the room in a thin and soft glow that shimmered as the air swept across it. In a chair residing by the candle that was on a table, sat Celestia, hunched over, writing.

In her old age, she looked just as beautiful as the last time I had seen her. Even though she was immortal, it did not mean she was insusceptible to stress. Stress could make you age on its ow-

Magic. Palpable amounts of magic were suddenly sparking and shimmering in the air. I could feel it pressing down on me like a weight.

I threw up a shield just as Celestia whipped around, chair clattering to the ground, a bolt of magic in the shape of a V shot from a bow made out of magical energy, ripping through my shield and through my side, shredding its way through.

A soundless scream escaped as it escaped the other side, a hole the size of my hoof through my side. I spat up blood, vision growing dark, and fell on my side, making me scream as pain shot its way up.

I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper as a large figure loomed over me. It brought up a hoof. And with one, smooth and quick movement, I felt its hoof make contact with my cheek and I was out.

At least the pain was gone. All that was left was nothing. Nothing at all. Total bliss.

To start this off, this will NOT become a clop fic. And no, it will not have much shipping; this and the next chapter will, however. After that, it may have slight shipping--if you call what I have in mind shipping. This was going to be a much larger chapter, but I decided to break it up. Because of this, and an ‘not yet submitted’ fic, I Pinkie Meets Slendermane may not be updated for a long while. Sort of lost my motivation for that even knowing it was almost complete. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Much will be going on in the next few. ^-^